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hey, i was wondering if you could do a crazy ass boys gang react to a reader who just likes break music/music about hating their bf or something but doesn’t actually relate to the song

❥  turn that shit off  ❥

Jason Dean/JD - You think you’ve stumbled upon the one thing JD is normal about because—at first—he has no reaction and thinks nothing of it. It takes a while for the doubt to creep into his mind. Even a shoddily built house doesn’t collapse under the first rainstorm it endures. It takes time for the water to seep into the walls and rot them from the inside out. That’s what the songs do. Drip. He wonders why you sing them so passionately compared to anything else. Drop. Have you grown distant? Drip. Are you kissing him differently than you used to? Drop. Is he letting his mind run away with him? He’s prone to it. It’s in his blood. But every time he’s close to tossing the whole thing up to the monstrous weight of his own paranoia… there you go. Singing again. JD wants to open up your head and peer inside. Sift through all the precious membrane and viscera until he can wrap his fingers around the truth of what you’re feeling. Whatever it is. Before he drives himself crazy. 

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - If Ben was told to describe his own personality, within his top three character traits would be: thick skin. Laughable. Truly laughable, considering that you can ruin his day by just singing a little “you must not know ‘bout me” while you lovingly make the two of you breakfast. It shouldn’t get to him. He knows it shouldn’t. But it does. In true Ben fashion—when he’s being irrational—he turns it back around to be your fault. You are clearly playing mind games with him. Yeah. He’s got it all figured out. You want him squirrel-y and on edge. You’ve interpreted him being affectionate with you (barely) and vulnerable (hah!) as him developing some pathological need for you. And now you’re holding it over his head. He’d respect the power play if it wasn’t happening to him. Expect sullen silence. Then explosive anger… followed by more sullen silence. 

❥  gritting their teeth and bearing it  ❥

David Mccall - Your first instinct is: no way should David be here. He’d absolutely tell me to turn that shit off. Well, you’re right! That’s certainly what he wants to do. However, that’s not what a normal boyfriend would do. And we all know that David wants nothing more in the world than for you to think he’s normal. On his good days, David likes to put on shows of sanity for you the way other people put on puppet shows for children at the local library. Relationships are about compromise. Sometimes the compromise is invisible. Here, it’s him not smashing the radio to pieces, so he doesn’t have to hear you sing another R&B-crooner-jam about leaving him any day now. As if he’d fucking let you. 

Kevin Khatchadourian - To be fair to Kevin, most everything is an exercise in tolerance for him. This is no exception. He very plainly doesn’t like music to begin with. Any of it. Why you think the exception to this rule would be music about not needing a man (him being the man in question) is anyone’s guess. Still, you can tell this irritates him more than most things do. If you ask why—which is a recipe for getting your feelings hurt—he’ll say it’s because your enjoyment of this particular genre is the modern pass-time of insincerity. Here you are, day-in-and-day-out, singing about having your heart-broken (while it remains intact) and not needing him (when you do). For just a moment, you’ll swear his ever-impassive face will twist with the heat of real anger… but he blinks, and it’s gone. Maybe it was never there at all. Or maybe it was. Either way, it’s probably safer to sing when Kevin isn’t around.

Nathan Prescott - Even before you were officially dating, the gnarled roots of his loathing for your little hobby were settling into the foundation of your connection. It’s the way you put so much feeling behind every crooned note. The way you close your eyes to relish the lyrics as they roll off your tongue. The only thing Nathan can think any time you’re in the passenger seat, not even looking at him as your head bobs along to the rhythm of your latest favorite song, is: Who are you missing? Who do you see when you close your eyes? Who do you wish he was? He wears insecurity like a second skin. There hasn’t been a single moment in his life where he’s been good enough. Where he measured up. Even when he didn’t have any fucking competition. There is something in him that is rotten and worthless. It’s knocked him out of the running for more races than he can count. Nathan knows it’s a miracle he has you. He spends all his time counting down the seconds before his luck runs out. Whenever you belt a song about leaving some good-for-nothing boyfriend, his stomach twists. But he grips the steering wheel tight enough to hurt his hands and keeps his mouth shut. He has to. The moment he says it out loud will be the moment it clicks in your mind. And then you’ll be gone. Like everyone else. 

Billy Loomis - At the start, Billy is too high off the honeymoon period to have complaints about anything. It’s so rom-com-esque. The two of you settling into domestic bliss together. Finding your rhythm and place in each other’s lives. Except, your Mr. Right is a serial killer. And you’re his plucky protagonist with enough of a dark side that you went, “Nobody’s perfect!” when you found that out. You two are living the perfect happy ending. But something in his stomach twists every time you belt along to your stereo. He can’t help but think back to his mother. The months leading up to the moment she packed a bag, and he never saw her again. There were signs. Billy’s picked his memories clean—down to the bone—to find them. He wonders if this is a sign he’s choosing to miss. Blinding himself like his father did to his mother’s unhappiness. Billy hopes you’re happy. Hopes you’re not a caged song-bird aching to fly away on the next breeze. God help the both of you if you are.

Josh Washington - Josh is grateful you’re even around. That you’ve stuck with him through everything that’s happened. After everything that’s happened. There are enough ghosts in his head to fill a small cemetery. His sisters. All his friends. Everyone he loves is dead and gone. Except you. Grateful doesn’t begin to cover the scope of what he feels for you. Neither does love. You’ve both been through something no one else understands. Seen things that no one else believes in. Josh wouldn’t even be human without your interference. The way you’d coaxed him from the mines like he was little more than a scared animal, all the while trying not to flinch at how his features had twisted to resemble the monsters that had killed all your friends. Josh doesn’t have the right to ask anything more from you. He certainly doesn’t have the right to ask you to stop singing. 

It’s harmless. It’s beautiful. Josh loves the sound of your voice. It pulled him from the edge of insanity. And you sing nowadays because you’re happy. Because you’re healing, and things like singing along to the radio don’t feel pointless anymore. It’s what you sing that’s the problem. That’s where the torture starts. Josh can never forget that he doesn’t deserve you. It keeps him careful with you. Careful with his words. Careful not to scare you. Careful in a way he’d never been before the mountain. But his mind is weak. It always has been, but it’s weaker now than ever. On his bad days, the threads of logic can be so hard to grasp onto. Almost impossible. His mind takes fragments of songs and throws them into his face over and over. Until all the pieces build up to one simple message: you’d be better off without him. Josh curls up somewhere dark and quiet and pretends it isn’t true.

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Stu Macher - You’d think Stu, with his class-clown nature, would understand when something isn’t that serious. Mostly, he does! A familiar beat starts to play. He’ll turn to you with a: ‘we doing this?’ type of grin. And then he’s belting along to the break-up anthems with you. Supplying the essential back-up vocals and ‘you go girl!’ ad-libs. Sometimes, though, they get to him. There’s no rhyme or reason you’ve been able to decipher. No pattern you’ve started to crack. It’s unnerving. Not being able to tell when a song is going to lead to a honey-soft memory soaked with your shared peals of laughter… or when it will make Stu blow up. But the only thing worse would be making Stu feel like he’s too sensitive to take a joke. So, close your eyes. Ignore the chill running up your spine. And just hope Stu is feeling playful when your favorite song comes on the radio.

A/N: first time back in the saddle in months! thank you for sending this request. I love when the gang gets to be not normal about a non-issue like this. It’s a great character study… that’s still an x reader! my favorite thing to write! 

if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! this writer's only fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

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Jason: I cut my finger

Y/N: I can kiss it so it'll get better

Jason: That works?

Y/N: Yeah my mum used to do it when I was little

*later* Jason: I need you to punch me in the mouth

Roy: Fucking finally

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nightwing my beloved!!

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Careless Accidents

jason todd x fem!reader

aka you get hurt and jason’s pissed

warnings: reader’s wrist is accidentally sprained from being grabbed to hard

You could hear scuttling from somewhere else in the garden, an estate more than sizable enough than the game afoot.

You were under the distinct impression though that the bats and birds are playing with you similar to how they would a child. Slower, weaker, and less experienced than the big kids. You weren't complaining though. Because, frankly, it was stressful. They tend to operate more like they’re in a warzone than a game, you felt like you were about to be sniped out at any second.

Rightfully so, apparently, seeing how silently Stephanie had crept up on you.

“Hey,” Stephanie hissed, ignoring the way you jumped. “We’re doing alright for ourselves,” she said smugly. 

“Yeah,” you’d nodded, like you agreed with her more than you probably did. 

“Okay listen, I think the flag—” what flag? “—is by the fountain so, I think because there’s three of us and two of them, we should bait-and-switch.”

“We’re on teams?” you asked, no longer completely sure you know what you’re playing. 

“We are now!” she smiled, starting to run. “I’ll bait!”

She stopped briefly in her tracks and turned back to you hissing, “Don’t trust Cass,” before scurrying away.

Rather than sit around and wait there for…something?...to happen, you jumped up darting in the opposite direction with little to no indication whether this is a good move.

What you didn’t see is Cass rapidly approaching from your rear. 

What you also didn’t see was Dick crouched down in a row of shrubbery, which gave him the perfect opportunity to snatch your arm up and yank you down with him. You’d mewled a bit as your wrist made contact harshly with the grass, immediately buckling under you.

Cass was keen to your pain immediately, slowing her sprint to a stroll as she observed you.

“Are you okay?” she signs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” 

The response was instinctual and you didn’t actually have time to register whether or not you were okay by the time you gave it. 

You pushed up on your elbows, trying to figure out whether Dick is even on your team, but the way the others approached had you halting consideration. They’re savvy to the situation at a speed in which you can only attribute to their vigilantism, looking at you with concern. 

“You good?” Tim asked, approaching languidly.

“That looked like it hurt,” Cass commented, crouching down next to you to see your wrist better.

Dick shook his head, “No, she’s okay.” He turned to you, prodding, “You’re okay.”

“Yeah, I’m, um…” you winced, looking at your wrist. “It hurts a little.”

Cass examined it closely, tilting it gently to the side. “It might be sprained.”

Dick paled. 

“No.”

Tim pointed a thumb back towards the manor, “We can get it wrapped upstairs.”

“No.”

You were only then able to clock the barely contained grin on Stephanie’s face, begging to break.  

“Ooooh. He’s gonna kill you.”

Cass had then kindly offered to take you inside and wrap it up for you, which you accepted, unexpecting of the plus-one of Dick trailing behind you like a guilty puppy all the while.

“You know I didn’t mean to grab you that hard right? I—” 

Cass laughs quietly as she wraps the bandage around your wrist, amused by Dick’s now-third explanation/apology for the incident. 

“I know, Dick,” you say, trying to appease him. 

“I’m sorry,” he tells you genuinely, but you can tell there’s more there that he isn’t verbalizing.

You nod, “I know, Dick. It’s okay. It was just an accident.”

Cass pins the wrapping in place securely and with a smile, signs to you that she’s all done. 

You rotate your arm a bit, testing your movement under the wrap. As Cass leaves with the first aid kit, Dick remains sat at your side, leg thumping up and down.

He takes a deep breath, “What if…what if you avoid him until it heals?”

“Dick.”

He takes your uninjured hand in his with urgency in his eyes, 

He looks down at your jointed hands before loosening his already mild grip significantly.

“Are you going to tell him?” he asks, looking like he’s bracing for bad news.

You shake your head sympathetically, “No. I can’t guarantee you that he won’t find out, but I won’t tell him.”

Dick takes a deep breath, looking at the ground with intense focus. “Okay. Okay.” He stands, “I need to go.”

You watch in amused bewilderment as he staggers out the door, looking around frantically. 

Within the next few minutes, he creates and enacts his plan A. He walks into the living room, sitting down next to a very disinterested Tim, eyes forward and serious.

“I’ll give you two grand right now if you tell him it was you.”

Tim barks out, “Absolutely not.” He looks at his brother, still laughing. “No fucking way.”

Dick breaks the serious facade immediately, looking at him. “Five.”

A deadpan from Tim. 

“You don’t have five thousand dollars.”

Dick throws his head back, back thudding against the couch. “Dude, please! He’ll kill me!”

Tim scoffs, “He’d kill me!”

Dick huffs, “No, it’s different for me! Do you have any idea how many times he told me not to do that?” 

“Well then it sounds like you fucked up,” Tim sneers.

“Oh my God.”

He takes off again, combing through different rooms in the house with hope of finding a quick but effective hiding place for, say, the next twenty years?

He bursts through the study, unwittingly interrupting Bruce and Alfred having a discussion over tea.

The latter sits up with a tense brow, “Master Dick?”

The former turns around in his seat, “What’s the matter?”

Dick struggles for a second before confessing, “I accidentally sprained someone's wrist.” 

Bruce scans his face slowly, nodding. “Alright…you’ll have to take responsibility for their patrol duties—”

Dick cuts him off with a sharp breath, “Said person doesn’t have any patrol duties to be affected...”

Bruce processes for a moment before shaking his head.

“I can’t help you.”

Dick’s panic takes over again, prompting him to continue his scurry through the room, towards the other door.

Alfred interrupts his process with a very logical argument, “You don’t think running away will make this worse, Master Dick?”

“I—I don’t know!” Dick whines, stopping in his tracks. “I don’t know what to do!”

Bruce purses his lips, gesturing, “Dick, when you make a mistake…you have to submit to the consequences, you know that.”

Dick gapes, “This is not a normal consequence!”

Meanwhile, you’ve busied yourself with fiddling with the knick knacks and mementos lining the shelves of Jason’s childhood bedroom. 

You’re admiring a picture of him and Alfred from when he was young as the door creaks open behind you. 

“Sweetheart?” Your boyfriend calls out, head barely poked in through the crack.

“Hey, Jay,” you smile, setting the picture frame back on the shelf.

He enters fully, covered in motor oil and grease, and smiles his sweet, easy smile when he sees you. 

Moving onto the next trinket on the shelf, you pick up a stuffed animal placed intentionally at the front. Your gaze finds the mirror, watching his reflection as he pulls the stained shirt off his back. 

You smile to yourself, noticing the way his back muscles flex as he adjusts. “How’s the bike?”

“Better than it was this morning,” he sighs. “Where’ve you been?”

He turns around to look at you, taking easy steps towards you. 

You return the toy elephant to its place, moving to face him. “Uh, we were outside, playing…at least three separate games at once.”

The second you’re in proximity, your hands join like it’s second nature. 

He nods, all too familiar with the family’s unique methods of gamefair.

“Did th—” He looks down at your intertwined hands, brow furrowing as soon as he spots the bandage wrapped around your wrist. “What happened?”

You glance down, shrugging. “Overexerted myself playing tag.”

He looks at you skeptically, but says nothing about it.

He turns your hand over gently, asking, “Is it sprained?”

You nod, relaxed. “Yeah. Cass said it’s mild.”

“Does it still hurt?”

“No,” you say, sweeping his hair back with your other hand. “Barely hurt then.”

He nods, but he doesn’t look satisfied with the conversation.

Regardless, he turns away again, shuffling through a drawer for a clean shirt. 

“You, uh, you wanna stay for dinner tonight?” he asks, pulling his arms through, his head following. 

“Yeah,” you say gaily. “Alfred said he’s making his ‘special spaghetti’, apparently it’s a household favorite?”

He wavers, halfway to between decisions. “Yeah…”

He huffs quietly, turning back to face you fully. “Can I see it?”

You nod, happy to ease his mind. 

You start to unwrap the bandaging, him doing half the work for you. The work is done silently until your wrist is exposed, revealing your bruised skin.

You both see it at the same time—the hand-shaped bruise wrapped around your wrist.

You’re both quiet for a second—him putting pieces together and you waiting for the shoe to drop.

He takes off suddenly, clearly having come to a likely very accurate conclusion about what had happened.

“Fucking idiot—”

You try for his hand but he’s out of reach before you can grab it.

“I’ll be right back,” he grumbles behind him.

“Jason—” you sigh, “At least help me wrap it back up first.”

He hesitates, halfway to the door, ultimately returning to you in defeat. He takes your forearm gently, scanning it over again before beginning to wrap it.

You watch his face closely, noting the clear vexation. “It was just an accident,” you tell him. 

He scoffs, “It better have been.”

You drop your shoulders and lull your head to the side. “Jason. I’m not made of glass, you can’t expect other people to act like it.”

“I don’t. I expect him to mind his own strength, and if he can’t do that, he needs to keep his fucking hands to himself.”

You sigh, “Just don’t do anything harsh. Please. I think he’s worried you’re gonna punch him.”

“He should be,” he says shortly. He finishes off the wrapping, pinning it in place firmly. 

You grab onto his forearm before he can pull away, “You’re not going to. Right?”

He doesn’t answer so you try to make his gaze meet yours, “Right?”

His eyes roll, “Yeah, fine.”

You smile, holding his face. “I love you.”

He huffs as though he’s inconvenienced, but confesses the obvious truth nonetheless. “I love you.”

He looks you in the eye, face serious. “You promise me it doesn’t hurt?”

“I promise,” you nod, brushing your fingers against his palm.

“Dick!”

The angry voice bellows through the tall halls of the manor, heavy footsteps thudding.

He stomps into the living room, Tim, Cass, and Stephanie watching the entryway with wide eyes. 

“Where is he?”

Unwitting shoulders shrug and heads shake. Truthfully, at that. Dick, smartly, did not tell anyone where he was hiding. 

Jason scans the trios faces, looking for any sign of apprehension.

He clocks the grin shamelessly plastered across his sister's face quickly. “Stephanie?”

“I don’t know,” she says honestly. “But let me know when you find him, I wanna see—”

But Jason’s moving onto the next room before she can get the last words out.

He enters the dining room, looking right to left before finding his target, halfway to stuffing himself behind the fine china cabinet in the corner.

There’s a brief, tense moment in between where the pair realize what they’re seeing and when Dick sets off in a sprint towards the kitchen, Jason quick on his tail. 

“Really? Really?” Jason shouts. 

“It was an accident! It was a fucking—” 

He narrowly dodges a swipe from Jason, then ducking before a ladle could make contact with his head.

“Are you stupid? Are you the dumbest motherf—”

Dick rounds the kitchen island as fast as possible, Jason testing him on the other side.

Dick takes a breath, “Dude, it’s fine now, it’s not that big of a—”

Jason recoils, “‘It’s not a big deal’? Come here. Let me sprain your wrist, asshole!”

He circles the counter quicker than the elder boy can think to move away and lunges at him. 

Dick throws his hands up in front of him, “Wait, wait, wait! Truce! Truce! Truce?”

Jason drops his shoulders, leveling his older brother with a look. “You can’t call a truce if you’re the only one who did anything wrong.”

“I…” It doesn’t take him long to piece together that his defense makes no sense, so he resorts to his last option. 

“Please?” Dick asks, nothing short of imploring. 

Jason relents—slightly—upon hearing his brother's tone, but still finds it in him to shove him, though not nearly as hard as he’d been planning to. 

“I told you a hundred fucking times not to grab her so hard—” 

Dick nods heavily, waving a hand. “I know, I know—”

“Clearly you fucking don’t!” Jason shouts. He huffs, running a hand over his face. “You sprained her wrist. You’ve been doing this vigilante shit for fifteen years, how do you still not fucking know how to control your own strength?”

Dick grimaces, “I do! I do, I just screwed up, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t—” Jason narrowly holds back a scowl, “Did you apologize to her?”

 “Yeah, of course I did!”

For a split second, Jason looks ready to keep arguing before purposefully dropping the anger from his body. 

The resulting relief almost drowns Dick.

It only lasts a moment though, before Jason looks at him again, sneering, “Idiot,” before pushing him once more. 

“Jason.”

Your voice has Jason dropping all turbulence in an instant. He and Dick both whip their heads towards the door, equally unexpecting of the interruption. 

You tilt your head at your boyfriend with a knowing but disappointed stare.

He looks back at you like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, lips parted.

“I didn’t hit him.”

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I had a dream Finnick took my family to Paris ....FINNICK TAKE MY FAMILY TO PARIS PLEASE 🥺!!!!!!!!!

Rock paper scissors for the chair

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i can't stop thinking about how the crazy guy gang would react to their s/o just. casually using sweet petnames all the time. sweetpea, honey, lovely, ect.

tsk tsk anon, the crazy ass boys gang's home is over at @slasherscream - that's bee's beautiful brain child, not mine

HOWEVER you're so right and also i would like to give bee a nice surprise so here are some quick thoughts for the members i also write for 👀

billy would act like he hates it - and if you weren't used to Him(tm) and all his Shit(tm), then you would genuinely think he detests any pet names and stop calling him them immediately. but you know he bristles more out of habit than anything, to save his 'cool guy' face. you know better, you know he craves that domestic shit like a drug. if you did try to stop calling him your honeypie, he'd be so fucking pissED the hypocrite. like, when you're fighting? stop using pet names. he's back to 'billy' now. and he'll get even more mad, like how dare you???? (serious miette energy) he'll try to give you the cold shoulder back, show you he's not at all whipped and he doesnt need it, he doesn't care. spoiler alert, he does, and he will (begrudgingly) come crawling back with his tail between his legs (and his ears flattened back. angy puppy boy). also final thought: call him embarrassing cheesy pet names in public and his mouth says "shut the fuck up that's gross" but his pink cheek and the way his arm wraps around your waist and his hand grabs your ass says otherwise

stu actively calls you the dumbest, not cute shit imaginable. which is unfair, if you think about it. you call him honey, sweetie, ducky, and then he turns around and calls you his little sticky booger or something. and you cant try and make him see the error of his ways because 1) he has no concept of guilt and 2) if u called him dumb names he'd just laugh. however, he is fine with you being mad at him for the bullshit he pulls (i think he just gets off on it a bit, tbh - especially with how often he pushes billy's buttons) BUT, like billy, he cannot take a punishment. so NO! dont take his nicknames away from him :((( he's your little ducky :(((( - also this punishment doesn't work because it never makes him apologize for whatever he did wrong, it actually makes him forget that topic entirely and he instead annoys you non-stop until you refer to him by his PROPER name again. if you try to call him 'stu' ever again, he just won't respond. sorry, his brain re-wired permanently. who is 'stu'? he's 'ducky', put some respect on the name, thank you.

jd is the same breed of dog as billy, but a vastly different personality. he doesnt need to try and 'prove' his bad ass persona, thats what his gun is for, and he'll pull that sombitch out if anyone dares gives you weird looks or god forbid SAYS something when you call him your little sugarsnap in public. like fuck yeah, he's your baby boy, he's your little princess, he's your silly rabbit. he's whatever you want him to be, babe, because he's yours period. just like you're his. it just affirms your relationship, to him. and we all know how he possessive he is. he likes the silly names cuz it feels like some form of possessiveness in turn. call him greedy, but he just eats your attention up. he sticks to classic nicknames for you in turn - babe, baby, doll - but he'll let you call him whatever the fuck you want, and he'll accept it with open arms and a big ol' smooch, as long as you're looking at him with hearts in your eyes. the same way he looks at you.

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could you do jason dean dating a reader who’s shorter than him? fem or gender neutral is fine! :3

a/n: this one got a little spicy my apologies but hope you enjoy <3

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Jason Dean Dating Someone Who’s Shorter Than Him (Headcannons)

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I feel like JD would love to date someone shorter than him, though I don’t think he’d have a preference either way.

But if you’re shorter than him, it definitely would give him a feeling of power over you.

He’d definitely be a bit more demanding and demeaning.

He’d never seriously make fun of your appearance or things you can’t control.

But he’d obviously do it as a joke.

JD loves how his jacket would be bigger on you than it is on him.

“You look like 2 kids stacked under there.”

“Shut up.”

Loves loves loves when you ask him for help reaching something.

“Need help there, munchkin?”

“Yes please, but don’t ever call me that again.”

He doesn’t stop calling you that.

It’s his favourite pet name for you, besides darling, of course.

Doesn’t matter if you’re an inch shorter than him or multiple, he’ll still call you munchkin.

“We should get a munchkin cat, maybe it’s your long lost cousin or something.”

“Oh shove it, JD.”

“That’s what you said last night.”

“…”

“You weren’t this quiet last night either.”

“Get a job.”

Loves holding your hands during sex.

Like, above your head, pinned on the mattress type of holding hands.

During motorcycle rides, he tells you to hold on tight so you don’t fly away like a napkin.

“Coulda used a napkin last night, couldn’t ya?”

“What, for your face?”

“I can’t win.”

Loves tickling you because he knows you can’t get away.

But also because he likes the power he has over you since he knows you can’t get away.

“Bro, stop, please, I’m gonna piss my pants.”

“….Did you just call me bro?”

Hates when you call him bro or dude or anything of the sort.

It means you see him as your equal, and he doesn’t really like that.

He’s already got the height-power-thing against you, why do you see him as an equal and not above you?

Will probably ignore you for awhile just so you can apologize to him, wearing his shirt or sweater that almost completely drowns you out.

Again, the power thing.

“I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“…Calling you bro?”

“Okay.”

Probably won’t apologize to you though if he calls you something you don’t like.

Unless you’re really upset by it.

“…Sorry.”

Make-up sex goes crazy after things like this.

Definitely not into you being dominant at all, but if you really wanted to, he’d let you ride him but only if he gets to guide your hips.

Bro’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

He’d make sure you finish though, no doubt.

Loves the cuddles after where he gets to hold you.

You, in his shirt after a warm shower where he washed you and your hair, and he gets to cuddle?

No hesitation he says yes.

Loves to hold things above your head like those loser guys in the halls at school.

But he only does it so he can hear your ‘I love you’ after with a kiss.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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↻ ^. purple tounges. [jason dean x fem!reader]

summary:: jason dean sneaks out with you to take you on a slushie date to celebrate your anniversary.

word count:: 1,371

notes:: holy shit this took me too long to write.. also this was not spell checked, so dont expect perfect spelling

"I have a door, you know." You speak to the unnanounced guest who just made entry through your window, eyeing him through the reflective glass mirror that sits attatched to your vanity.

"The window is more discreet." He explains, stepping closer to you and placing his hands on the shoulders.

He had a point, you suppose. Your parents didn't want you around J.D. to begin with, let alone date him. If heard him come through the front door, they'd be infuriated; probably punishing you by taking away your allowance for a month. Your mom said she saw danger in him, that he was unstable and a "ticking time bomb", if you will. But all you saw was a charismatic boy with a slight edge to him. Nothing dangerous about that, right?

"Gorgeous as always." He states, tilting his head slightly as he examines the reflection in the mirror.

You're about to thank him, but he continues before you can get a word out. "Oh, and then theres you." He grins like he's just made the worlds funniest joke, which earns him an annoyed eye roll from you.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" You question, finishing the final touches on your makeup.

"Very." He responds rather confidently.

You stand from your vanity, turning to face him as you smooth out any wrinkles in your outfit. "How do I look?" You ask, giving him a small twirl to show him your outfit fully.

"You look beautiful, darling." He responds, planting a small kiss on your head before walking back to the open window. "Ready?"

You smile, following him outside and to his bike that sits parked at the corner of your street. "Haven't we done this before? Gone out to get slushies, I mean." You ask him, bringing your leg around the other side of the bike as you climb on.

"Yes, but I figured we would go back. For old times sake, y'know?" He explains, revving the engine to his bike loudly before it settles into a low purr.

You and J.D. had been dating for five months now, and today just so happens to be be your anniversary. To celebrate this fact, he's taking you to the place where you met; the 7/11 not too far from your house.

"Right, right." You nod along, placing your hands securely around his waist as he begins to drive off into the brisk night.

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The 7/11 parking lot is empty once you two arrive, the flickering and monotone buzzing of the open sign hooked to the window, as well as the flourecent lights visibe through the window inside are the only indicators that the place is occupied. Climbing off, J.D. takes your hand to help you dismount off the bike as well.

Once you two reach the machine inside, he grabs a cup for you; filling it with Cherry flavored slush. He knows it's your favorite, and it was also the flavor of first slushie he ever bought for you. He has a way of remembering the little things, which you always liked about him.

He puts the lid on, as well as the straw before handing it over to you. "Cherry slush for you, and blue rasberry for me." He announces before grabbing a cup of his own and filling it to the brim.

He swiftly takes your cup from your hand, bringing it to the counter and paying, then leading you to a small red table outside. You both sit next to eachother under the umbrella shade, though you don't really need it, given the fact it's nearly the middle of the night.

"Cheers, to our fifth anniversary." He says cheesily, the two of you lightly hit your plastic cups together. He mimicks that of a clinking noise while you do so, then takes a sip of his own.

"Cheers." You respond, letting a soft smile tug at the corners of your lips, feeling a slight blush creep up on your face at the corny-ness of his words.

You take the first sip of your Cherry slushie, letting the frozen drink hit the roof of your mouth, chilling it and letting the flavor trickle its way down your throat when you swallow. Part of you wonders when the last time you had a slushie this good was. Slushies always tasted better when you got to enjoy them with J.D., you muse.

"What do you want to do when we're done here?" J.D. asks.

You pause, meeting his eyes and responding after a beat. "How about we go back to your place? We could watch a movie, or something." You suggest casually, though your words seeming to have another implication behind them.

"Mm." J.D. nods, his eyebrows raising slightly at your suggestion. "What movie?"

Tough question. A lot of movies came to mind. Scream, The Shining, The Poltergeist.. You were a rather avid fan of horror movies, so those are the first few that really stuck out to you. J.D., on the other hand, wasn't as enthusiastic about horror movies as you were. He was more into the crime genre. Think Scarface, The Outsiders, movies like that.

"Enjoying your drink, I suppose?" J.D. asks playfully, his wry grin causing you to snap out of your thoughts and back to reality.

You look down at your cup, realizing you'd finished more than you intended to in such a short amount of time while you were thinking to yourself. "You're one to talk." You retort, gesturing to his drink, which is also nearly empty.

He looks down at his drink, shrugging casually. "You wanna get outta' here?" He asks, holding his hand out to grab your cup and throw it in the trash bin.

You nod, handing your finished cup to him to throw out and he returns by your side in a moment. "Right, then." He grabs your hand in his, leading you back to his bike which sits parked not tok far away.

"Happy anniversary." He says, stopping once the two of you reach his bike, turning to meet your lips in what he intended on being a short kiss.

His lips taste like blue raspberry from the slushie he had moments before, only beckoning you to pull him back into you when he attempts to break the kiss.

He's taken aback at first but after a beat he smiles against your lips, his hands eventually finding home around the small of your back as he leans into you. After a moment, you take his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging it lightly as if to ask for entry. J.D. takes your cue and parts his mouth slightly, allowing your tongue to pass his lips. As the two of you continue to kiss, you feel a heat begin to pool in your stomach; eliciting a low moan to fall from your lips.

That's when he pulls away suddenly, leaving you dazed and slightly breathless. Your gaze is clouded as you look up at him with confusion.

"Not now," He tells you, though he's still dangerously close to you and his breath grazes your lips which remain slightly agape as you catch your breath.

He pauses, observing your expression for a moment. Then he smirks lazily, letting out a soft laugh.

"What?" You ask, pinching your eyebrows together slightly. Was there something on your face?

"Your tongue is purple." He points out casually, his voice low.

You pause for a moment, but laugh after a beat as you notice his is purple as well. "So is yours," You reply, feeling your face heat slightly.

"Well, whadd'ya know." He grins, removing his hand from your waist and instead bringing it back to yours, leading you to his bike where he mounts it.

"Get on," He starts. "We can head back to my place. Decide on a movie to watch." He tells you, though from the tone of his voice, it sounds like the two of you will be doing anything but watching a movie.

You get on his bike, your hands once again wrapping around his waist, though this time your hands linger on his inner thigh, dangerously close to places that you shouldn't be reaching for. Not yet, at least. Not until you two get home.

You feel his body shake with a short laugh at the bold placement of your hands, and he revs the engine to his bike, starting it and starting to drive off, down the street and to his house.

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Jason Dean Masterlist

Jason Dean Headcanons

Jason Dean x Shy!Cute!Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean NSFW Headcanons

Jason Dean x Short!Chaotic!Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean x Bimbo!Reader Headcanons

Submissive!Jason Dean x Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean Catching You In The Act NSFW Headcanons

Jason Dean x DarkAcademia!Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean x SASurvivor!Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean x Male!Bullied!Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean x Hard To Manipulate Reader Headcanons

Jason Dean x Yandere!Reader Headcanons

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Hermittober day 1-Frost 🍄💐🎃

Paring- Tangotek x reader

Warnings- I forgot it was almost October so I wrote this at 1 in the morning so it is probably poorly written and really short.

Summary- After your boyfriend's odd blue rebrand, you realize just how cold he’s become

Notes-WOOOO HERMITTOBER! I’ve never participated in an October-themed challenge, so this is fun:]. I hope you guys enjoy it!

It was a nice summer day, with a clear blue sky and warm weather. You were building today so you’re glad it isn’t too warm out. 

You grab your shulker box and go to head out when you see Tango. You hadn’t seen him since the start of the season when he happily declared to you his plans to change from his normal fiery self to a cold frosty citadel leader. 

You drop your shulker box and run over to hug him like you normally would but you’re shocked by a cold chill. “Jezzus!” You yell, letting go of Tango.

“Hm? Y/n? What’s wrong?” Tango asks. He turns around to look at you, stopping his building. 

“Why is your skin so cold!? It’s usually so warm!” You’re still in a state of shock when you ask this. Tango gestures vaguely to all the ice around him. You look at him for a bit. 

“......I’m not cuddling you tonight” You joke.

“Hey wait no! You can’t do that!”

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Angel Dust Takes You Shopping

Pairing: Angel Dust x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, seggestive, implied erection, teasing, shopping date

A/N: Don't think there's anyone more fashionable at the Hotel. Sorry Vaggie lol.

One day in each week is a date day for you two

This time you're going shopping

Charlie's holding a dance to promote the Hotel and you really want to look your best

Acording to Angel you can go naked and you'd make people go crazy over you

He knows he would

But that's not the kind of attention you need there

So a shopping date it is, it'll be fun

During your date there's a lot of places you visit, you hardly stop moving other than for food and drinks

Gives you a ton of advice on the best colors that would match the outfit he plans to wear

You can wear anything, a dress, a suit, a combo of both, boots, belts, a tie, his closet has clothes and colors match any style

Eyes you up and down in every outfit

He's already thinking of the many ways he can take it off you

In case something happens to the first outfit he advises you to pick a good second option too

You get a sense of jow much he likes an outfit based on how many kisses he gives you

For the really revealing ones he has to cross his legs and put a pillow over his lap

The friction doesn't help

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SIR YES SIR 🫡

everyone start selfshipping with mcyt characters NOW!!!! this is an ORDER

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Their Favourite Place To Kiss You

Summary: Their signature place to kiss you, and how they would react to you kissing them in that exact same spot.

Genre: Romantic fluff

Character(s): Ethoslab, Xisumavoid, Mumbojumbo

Author's Note: So anyways I started writing—

Ethoslab [Wrist]

Etho's kisses are actually common in private and out.

So it's hard to call them a surprise.

But sometimes, some of his actions just caught you off guard.

You could be just walking, or just sitting somewhere together, alone simply basking in each other's presence.

That is until he grabbed your hand, and pulled it up close to his lips.

He didn't take his mask off: no. He kissed your hand through it.

While the colour of the fabric is dark, perfectly hiding his face away from the world, it's actually thinner than what you had expected.

You can feel his warm breath through it and he pressed his lips to the bottom of your palm, before slowly sinking to your wrist.

It's warm. You're not sure if it's because of his breath, or because of the fact that you're just absolutely flustered by his action.

With how his lips are pressed firmly, yet gently right on your pulse, you're made aware of how his actions affect your heart.

Pulling away, he look back up to you, you can feel his grin behind the mask:

"You seem a little flustered there sweetie. What'd I do? Hm? Care to explain?"

Kiss his wrist back. Just pull up the edge of his gloves enough, and kiss where his pulse is.

You can feel it quickened underneath your lips, but you know Etho.

He would just take your action as a challenge.

Now you're in a competition against your boyfriend, good luck, he's hard to defeat when it comes to flustering the hell out of you.

Xisumavoid [Neck]

This might be out of the blue, but if anything, Xisuma is a tease from the bottom of his boots to the top of his head.

So it's no wonder that his favourite place to surprise you with a kiss is your neck.

Just like Etho, his mask doesn't stop him from showing you his appreciation through kisses.

When no one's around, he likes to pull you in his embrace and just buries his face to the crook of your neck.

It calms him down, whenever he feels you so close in his arms.

But when the feelings of sentimentalism are over; he'd start pecking.

Firm kisses, butterfly kisses, hell he would even blow a raspberry on your neck just to hear your protest and struggle as he keeps you close.

Even with his mask on, you can feel that he's enjoying it.

And well, you can't blame him. You enjoy this type of affection from him, too.

"You're not gonna get away from me. Did you really think you could escape? I mean you probably could but you wouldn't. Would you?"

Doesn't mind if you kiss his neck back, if you can reach it that is.

Would actually love it if you do, though. It most likely will happen when you too cuddle.

He likes holding the back of your head and keeping you there: it gives him a sense of protection where he can both protect you, but also be protected by you.

Though if you want a more intimate scenario on his kisses, naturally, it's not rare for his pecks to turn into more intimate and desperate kisses.

The rest, really is up to you on where you want to take his kisses to. :)

Mumbojumbo [Palm]

One would think that Mumbo's main form of kisses are to kiss the back of your hand, or your knuckle.

-which are correct. But you would be surprised at how much he enjoys kissing your palm over the back of your hand.

Usually it would start with a greeting. Him taking your hand in his and pulling it up to kiss knuckles on your hand.

Then he would hold it there: breathed in your presence, before holding your hand in his and pressing your palm over his lips.

He likes burying his face in your hand, that's it.

He just likes to appreciate the tenderness and intimacy of giving appreciation to your hand.

It has finished many tasks and built many things, as well as going through many challenges. It should be right to appreciate and treat it as it deserves.

Bonus points if you greet him by cradling his face in your hands first!!

He'd just hold either of your hands and turn his face to kiss them each.

He's so soft, please kiss him back.

"Hello to you too, love. How was your day?"

Will actually die if you kiss his palm in retaliation.

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Obsessed

Ethoslab x gn reader

Where Etho is sick and the reader is dragged in to take care of him

As per usual, I've attempted gn reader but I am used to writing fem so if I messed it up let me know and I'll fix it

(UNEDITED)

You weren’t sure why you were pinged by Gem to meet at Etho’s base as soon as possible, but there you were, landing a few steps away from Gem in front of Etho’s base. She turned around, clearly relieved to see you.

“Etho’s sick.” That wasn’t good but you weren’t sure why that required your immediate arrival, Gem seemed to catch on to your unsaid question. “He’s refusing to believe he’s sick and won’t let anyone help him. Tango said he’s way too warm to just brush it off, and since Etho listens to you a little better than the rest of us I asked you to come.”

“I don’t know if he will on this, especially if he wants to get back to his redstone.” You followed Gem into Etho’s base and found him arguing with Tango and Pearl, both trying to get him to lay back down while Etho tried to get past them to work on whatever he felt was calling his name. Which left only one method that would maybe work.

“Etho?” He whipped around and smiled through his mask at you. 

“Hey Y/n! Want to come look at my farms if Pearl and Tango would get out of the way?” You held up some papers. 

“Actually, I have some plans I’ve been testing for a farm but I’m not sure if I have the numbers right. Would you mind looking over them with me?” Etho paused and his gaze flickered between you and the papers.  

“Of course!” With that, your fate was sealed. Etho ushered you to the kitchen table and the papers were laid out and he started pouring over them, figuring it out in his head and mumbling it out. It didn’t take long to hear the effects of his fever. His rambling made no sense. Less sense than most of his redstone rambles. While he was talking, you gently placed your hand against his forehead. Etho froze before ever so slightly leaning against your hand. 

Tango was right, he was burning up. 

“Alright, that's enough. You need to get some rest, your fever is high.” Immediately Etho protested, “I’ll make you a deal. If you listen to what I tell you, I’ll take care of you. If you don’t, I’ll ask Doc too.” He weighed his choices. “Head to bed, I’ll be there in a minute with some things.” Etho jumped up and headed to his room, he was out cold when you went up three minutes later. 

You took that time to get everything you needed together and make some light food for when he woke up. Knowing full well a sick Etho would take advantage of any open second to get away and go back to work and once he started it could be almost impossible to pull him away. 

Etho was out until the next morning, and as predicted, he tried to escape out the window. Thankfully you had blocked all of them off so he couldn’t but he still tried. Begrudgingly, he accepted the tea and sipped on it slowly while he ate his soup. 

When you checked his forehead, he leaned into your touch more than he had the day before, he was also quite a bit warmer then he had been. Hoping you were wrong, you gently pushed his hair off his forehead and kissed it. It was worse, though you were pretty sure the sudden flush in his cheeks was not from the fever. 

Etho whined and complained when he was sentenced back to bed but immediately calmed down when you offered to read something to him. Settling down under a large pile of blankets he fell asleep to the fairy tale you were reading to him.

The next time he woke up, he was delirious and to make it worse, he kept trying to get up to go work on some redstone project. Nothing you tried would convince him to settle down and at least stay inside. 

“You wanna know what will keep me inside?”

“Yes Etho, I do!” Etho’s expression morphed into something you weren’t sure you wanted to know and he leaned a little closer to whisper to you.”

“A kiss, and not on the cheek, it has to be on the lips and you have to cuddle with me.” Oh boy, you had a feeling you knew how this was going to end.”

“I will give you a kiss on the lips and cuddle with you, if you listen to me and you can collect it when you're better and no longer contagious.” He pouted at the last part but seemed to accept it as he settled back down in bed and fell back asleep. 

Three days later, Etho was better and you left to go back to your base for the first time in 6 days. It was nice to finally shower in your own home, and it would be nice to finally get a full nights sleep again in your own bed.

What you didn’t expect was for someone to join you.

“It’s just me.” Etho. “I am here to collect my kiss and cuddles.” Of course Etho would remember that, why did you even agree to it i- Your thoughts were cut off by Etho pulling you closer to him.

“I’ve wanted to do this for years.” Etho whispered before closing the space between your lips. It was a short kiss, but damn was it good. You could feel the questions in the air, questions you weren’t sure if you knew how to answer. So you did the only thing you could think of that could possibly answer a few of them without having to find the words.

Placing your hand on his cheek, you pulled him back for another one. You could feel his smirk through your kiss and his arms tightened around your waist. 

“I didn’t know you were so obsessed with me.” He teased, before you could fire a response back he continued, a little more serious, “It’s ok though, I’m obsessed with you too.”

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Okay, hear me out

Total Drama fanfic where the reader is dating Mike and the alters (minus Chester) and it's really just the series + the reader

I haven't written anything like this so it'd definitely be a challenge... I think I'd probably replace a character or make her a surprise character (honestly, I might replace Anne Maria out of everyone simply because I don't want her near my man🔫)

Imagine all the cute scenes oh my god ??

Vito fronting and immediately looking for his babe aghagha

Mani holding onto her waist so she doesn't wander off and get hurt while in the caves AAAAA

Svetlana helping reader with challenges so she can show off ❤

MIKE BEING A SWEETHEART AND FREAKING OUT OVER HER KISSING HIM

Mal being a sour puss about not being able to love on the reader like everyone else can, so the second he is finally able to, he runs off to find her and will literally not keep his greedy paws off her. He tries to play it off as being Mike, but reader knows her baby well and he's never this assertive... Suspicious hmmmm

And no I will not be doing that "erasing the alters" bs I hate it SO MUCH. WHY IS THAT CANON

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a wonderful fic! love the chaos :]

Mal x GN! Reader who is a little shit

this one goes out to you, dusky boy. now learn about Xigbar, my brother, he’s your type.

@glitched-out-dusk requested this. They are the only one who can do this besides @insanetvgirl.

TW: knives, knives, who keeps leaving those knives around, Mal, swearing

So! For this, we’ll assume Zoke doesn’t exist. Or that Pointy likes Zoey, but Mal doesn’t. Yay, because I don’t like Zoke!

Now, let’s assume (almost) everything plays out like in canon. You’re placed on the Heroes Team, due to “NEVER letting you and Jo be ANYWHERE near each other again. Seriously, how did you even get in there?”

Proximity to Mal: increased.

Of course, Evil Dread plays out like usual. However, the newly-emerged Mal decided “hey, I like this crazy son of a bitch! Why did Mike even go for Zoey?” and, well, suffice to say, he likes you.

He gets close to you (and away from Zoey and Cameron, who could tell if Pointy’s out) under the guise of making friends. Oh, he is making friends. More than friends.

The moment he truly falls in love with you is the moment he catches you changing the password on Sierra’s phone(s). Someone like you will rule beside him on the Dark Throne™️ he plans on buying with the million!

Cue everyone’s stuff getting stolen, and regifted to you with slightly sappy, slightly threatening letters. Don’t worry, Dudcan will be getting the blame for this. He’ll make sure of it.

He stands extremely close to you in challenges, often keeping a hand on one shoulder or on your waist. Sometimes he’ll even sabotage ones you struggle in.

Of course, you help him out with his more legal schemes. Taking stuff and putting it in the bags of others, deleting Sam’s save files, uploading Noco (i do NOT ship it) to Sierra’s phone, and being generally horrible people. The explosions and attempted murders are kept from you, though.

If you have any enemies, don’t worry! They’ll be in for HELL. Mal will mess with them in so. Many. Ways. Turning their friends/allies/partners against them, sabotaging challenges, even bribing Chris if he finds a way. And believe me, he WILL.

Now, as for changes to canon.

Sundae Muddy Sundae is not horrible now. He keeps the chart a secret, as so to torment Pointy with Zoey’s elimination. As a result, the game comes down to The Evil Troublemakers vs Courtney’s Polycule. Unfortunately, there’s probably another episode added between this and the penultimate one, leaving either you, Scott or Gwen gone. We’ll go with Gwen for this.

In the penultimate episode, Chris decides who goes to the finale: Courtney and Mal.

Mal

is

PISSED.

Expect Chris’s “cottage” to be blown up once again. Or worse (better), his hair gel to be replaced with something like mud. Or you could expect to see Chris with some new burgundy scars. Something of the sort.

Anyways, Courtney vs Mal finale. Courtney wins. Better than canon.

No reset button. Somebody decides to bring another alter out, possibly by dropping him off a cliff so Svetlana HAS to come out or they’ll die. Either way, no reset button.

After the show, Mal does sometimes emerge (under supervision) to meet up with you. Expect stories of juvie, horror movie marathons and Gamer Rage™️.

I don’t have the energy to write the rest of this lol